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Menko grasped the long, white hand extended to him. "My dear Labanoff, it is not difficult to guess that you are going on some dangerous errand." Smiling: "I will not do you the injustice to believe you a nihilist." Labanoff's blue eyes flashed. "No," he said, "no, I am not a nihilist. Annihilation is absurd; but liberty is a fine thing!"
Menko warmly grasped his friend's thin and emaciated hand; and, the last farewell spoken to the fanatic departing for some tragical adventure, the Hungarian became more sombre and troubled than before, and Labanoff's appearance seemed like a doubtful apparition. He returned to his longing to see the end of the most anxious day of his life.
Labanoff's visit might make the time pass until dinner. "Admit Monsieur Labanoff!" In a few moments Labanoff entered. He was a tall, thin young man, with a complexion the color of wax, flashing eyes, and a little pointed mustache. His hair, black and curly, was brushed straight up from his forehead. He had the air of a soldier in his long, closely buttoned frock-coat.
Menko warmly grasped his friend's thin and emaciated hand; and, the last farewell spoken to the fanatic departing for some tragical adventure, the Hungarian became more sombre and troubled than before, and Labanoff's appearance seemed like a doubtful apparition. He returned to his longing to see the end of the most anxious day of his life.
Menko asked the question mechanically, feeling very little curiosity to know Labanoff's secret; but the Russian's face wore a strange, ironical smile as he answered: "I have nothing to say on that subject, even to the man for whom I have the most regard." His brilliant eyes seemed to see strange visions before them. He remained silent for a moment, and then rose with an abrupt movement.
Menko warmly grasped his friend's thin and emaciated hand; and, the last farewell spoken to the fanatic departing for some tragical adventure, the Hungarian became more sombre and troubled than before, and Labanoff's appearance seemed like a doubtful apparition. He returned to his longing to see the end of the most anxious day of his life.
Menko asked the question mechanically, feeling very little curiosity to know Labanoff's secret; but the Russian's face wore a strange, ironical smile as he answered: "I have nothing to say on that subject, even to the man for whom I have the most regard." His brilliant eyes seemed to see strange visions before them. He remained silent for a moment, and then rose with an abrupt movement.
Menko grasped the long, white hand extended to him. "My dear Labanoff, it is not difficult to guess that you are going on some dangerous errand." Smiling: "I will not do you the injustice to believe you a nihilist." Labanoff's blue eyes flashed. "No," he said, "no, I am not a nihilist. Annihilation is absurd; but liberty is a fine thing!"
Menko grasped the long, white hand extended to him. "My dear Labanoff, it is not difficult to guess that you are going on some dangerous errand." Smiling: "I will not do you the injustice to believe you a nihilist." Labanoff's blue eyes flashed. "No," he said, "no, I am not a nihilist. Annihilation is absurd; but liberty is a fine thing!"
Labanoff's visit might make the time pass until dinner. "Admit Monsieur Labanoff!" In a few moments Labanoff entered. He was a tall, thin young man, with a complexion the color of wax, flashing eyes, and a little pointed mustache. His hair, black and curly, was brushed straight up from his forehead. He had the air of a soldier in his long, closely buttoned frock-coat.
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